His passions flame,
ignites my soul.
Our minds meet;
blazes out of control.
Hearts on fire,
in a world once so cold.
Stumbled through the others darkness,
and discovered our gold.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Love Crime
Guilt is tossed
Mine, then yours, then once again mine.
We’re both the perpetrator
Falling in love was our crime.
The games that played,
To power, control and manipulate
Left us both the losers
Without our soul’s mate.
We’ve now discovered our way
To soothe the ache in our hearts, our heads
Yours in smoke and the bottle
Mine, another mans bed.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
A Marvelous Catastrophe
I suppose it is good that we only remember the fondest parts of relationships once they end.
In this moment I am grateful to have once felt the type of love that moves mountains and makes the ocean roll. An indescribable happiness and passion.
Beautiful and grotesque, joy beyond measure, pain without excape.
Dreams and hopes, night mares and disappointments.
A marvelous catastrophe.
In this moment I am grateful to have once felt the type of love that moves mountains and makes the ocean roll. An indescribable happiness and passion.
Beautiful and grotesque, joy beyond measure, pain without excape.
Dreams and hopes, night mares and disappointments.
A marvelous catastrophe.
Me.... Freed
His blue eyes
are the mirror in which I see me.
His sanctuary
is where I can be me.
In his words
I can express me.
On his wings
I have freed me.
are the mirror in which I see me.
His sanctuary
is where I can be me.
In his words
I can express me.
On his wings
I have freed me.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Clash of the Titans
One strength rising up against the other.
From outward appearances the jetty’s strength
retains the oceans waters.
Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate her flow.
He stands solid
as the waves continue their pounding.
A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?
The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.
Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.
She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.
Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.
All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.
From outward appearances the jetty’s strength
retains the oceans waters.
Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate her flow.
He stands solid
as the waves continue their pounding.
A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?
The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.
Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.
She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.
Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.
All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.
Clash of the Titans
One strength rising up against the other.
From outward appearances it is the jetty’s strength
that holds the oceans waters.
Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate the flow.
He stands solid
as the waves continue thier pounding.
A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?
The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.
Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.
She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.
Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.
All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.
From outward appearances it is the jetty’s strength
that holds the oceans waters.
Placed strategically by man to control
and manipulate the flow.
He stands solid
as the waves continue thier pounding.
A question arises;
is he stronger because of his design and structure?
Or is it simply because the ocean allows it to be?
The ocean is
flexible and forgiving.
Accepting
of often vile and grotesque things.
Yet such beauty
she creates.
She bends her will
for the sake of all others.
She is where life began
at her choosing
she is where life ends.
Try as man may
to give her structure and boundaries,
it is only by mutual agreement
he maintain the pretense;
he is alpha.
All parties quietly understanding,
given the desire,
her power can destroy nations.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Night Demon, Morning Lover
I rise amidst love,
peace, good, and right
Beside my morning lover
safe from demons of night.
I bask in light
and warmth of early sun.
The calm before the storm
that daily threatens, then comes.
I sing every morning
My true loves song.
Knowing his demons will appear
As the shadows grow long.
His armor shines brightly
In dawns sweet light
Only to dim in evening,
disintegrate at night
Why I endure each nights torture
I myself the question ask
It is for my mornings lover
and the beauty in which I bask.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Simpre Pensando En Ti
Siempre pensando en ti, mi reina.
The words of my lover ring in my head
as I over look the jade ocean waves
pounding the sandy shore.
The sun has risen at my back,
I imagine it kissing the land where my love lives only hours ago.
The rhythm of the crashing waves
is that of our hearts beating as one.
The drum roll of the universe.
Our universe.
Keeping time and space.
How fortunate I am
to witness such miracles each morning
The words of my lover ring in my head
as I over look the jade ocean waves
pounding the sandy shore.
The sun has risen at my back,
I imagine it kissing the land where my love lives only hours ago.
The rhythm of the crashing waves
is that of our hearts beating as one.
The drum roll of the universe.
Our universe.
Keeping time and space.
How fortunate I am
to witness such miracles each morning
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sugar Plums
The days are short
now that winter has finally seeped into the west coast.
The nights are long
and try as I may there are no visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.
I can not remember a Christmas feeling so un-Christmas-like.
There is no tree adorned with mix matched ornaments
nor surrounded by packages of any sort.
My windows are not caked with the white flock spray
mocking me,
daring me to attempt the painstaking removal process.
No blinking lights to fall asleep to,
nor smell of pine whisking at me as I walk through the door.
No carols blaring to annoy the neighbors,
no tinsel to dig out of the carpet.
No glass crashing to the floor
due to the excitement of a German shepherd
standing tail end too close to the tree.
No hot chocolate evenings,
no egg nog mornings.
Just me,
alone,
in a room
waiting for the new year to arrive.
Sheds
He sheds his armor,
for he is battle sore.
Exposing his vulnerability,
to his enemy no more.
He’s creating his new world,
and glory for to see.
Once jailed within armor,
he’s been set free.
Looking at the world
without his iron mask.
He ponders, and wonders,
and begins a new life’s task.
The future now holds
mysteries unknown.
Freed from a cage of armor,
and his path not set in stone.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Lights My Soul
His love is so addictive
his touch lights my soul.
It is more than I've felt before
or thought I would ever know.
Like cake to sweet
or chocolate too rich.
Too much yet not enough
to scratch my deepest itch.
He is an obsession
a drug I can not kick.
At times I'm flying high
others I am feeling sick.
I ache for him
when we are apart
he owns my soul
has captured my heart.
his touch lights my soul.
It is more than I've felt before
or thought I would ever know.
Like cake to sweet
or chocolate too rich.
Too much yet not enough
to scratch my deepest itch.
He is an obsession
a drug I can not kick.
At times I'm flying high
others I am feeling sick.
I ache for him
when we are apart
he owns my soul
has captured my heart.
Souls Addiction
His souls addiction
calls to him once more.
Leaving me an empty shell
lying here on the floor.
I watch him
as he walks away.
I tell myself
he's only gone for today.
I pretend his words of love and comfort
are meant for my ears.
I pretend when he says, "your the one"
it soothes my growing fears.
I pretend his look of admiration
is to be seen by my eyes.
I pretend that as he slumbers
it is not me, the one who cries.
calls to him once more.
Leaving me an empty shell
lying here on the floor.
I watch him
as he walks away.
I tell myself
he's only gone for today.
I pretend his words of love and comfort
are meant for my ears.
I pretend when he says, "your the one"
it soothes my growing fears.
I pretend his look of admiration
is to be seen by my eyes.
I pretend that as he slumbers
it is not me, the one who cries.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Branded Venom
Though he tries to heal me
with a loving hand.
His touch sears my skin
leaving his brand.
His lips spewed venom
with every word spoken.
Emptiness in my chest
of a heart that's broken.
For now the battle rage
has ceased
I close my eyes
to pray for a release.
with a loving hand.
His touch sears my skin
leaving his brand.
His lips spewed venom
with every word spoken.
Emptiness in my chest
of a heart that's broken.
For now the battle rage
has ceased
I close my eyes
to pray for a release.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Constant Chaos
Each day I visit this spot,
our spot.
A little nook beside the ocean,
a tiny shoal of sand and sun,
textured with the sound of the ocean.
How I love this place.
My spirit is soothed here.
It is both constant and ever changing.
Much like the love that exists between he and I,
the tide rolls in,
the tide rolls out.
Our souls colliding
at times frantic and furious,
at times soft and smooth.
Predictably unpredictable
Our constant chaos.
our spot.
A little nook beside the ocean,
a tiny shoal of sand and sun,
textured with the sound of the ocean.
How I love this place.
My spirit is soothed here.
It is both constant and ever changing.
Much like the love that exists between he and I,
the tide rolls in,
the tide rolls out.
Our souls colliding
at times frantic and furious,
at times soft and smooth.
Predictably unpredictable
Our constant chaos.
About Of Light and Dark
I've always seen beauty in every aspect of life's journey.
There is particular beauty in the dark side of human existence. It is our trials in life that bind us to each other. Knowing in our pain we are not alone. It is these times in my life I find comfort in the written word.
There is particular beauty in the dark side of human existence. It is our trials in life that bind us to each other. Knowing in our pain we are not alone. It is these times in my life I find comfort in the written word.
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